“Oh, I think you know what I’m offering. You may not know the particulars when it comes to being with a woman, but when I kissed you, those particulars no longer mattered. Your instincts took over, and by the look in your eye and by the fact you’re standing in my boudoir right now, well, that tells me no matter how naïve you believe yourself to be, you and I both know you won’t be for long.”

Angelique strolled over, and taking Bennett by the hand, she led her to the bed. “Sit.” When Bennett didn’t move, a deep-dimpled grin appeared on Angelique’s face. “Relax. I’m just trying to put us on eye level. You’re quite tall, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh,” Bennett said, sitting on the bed as if she feared it wouldn’t hold her weight.

“That’s better,” Angelique said, gazing into Bennett’s eyes as she moved in close. “Would you like me to kiss you again?”

Bennett’s eyes were drawn instantly to Angelique’s mouth. “Yes.”

Angelique brushed her lips against Bennett’s, bestowing a few gentle touches to fan the embers she’d sparked on the walkway. Once, twice, three times, their lips met, parting almost as quickly as Angelique continued to tease, entice, and captivate until Bennett placed her hands on Angelique’s waist and pulled her closer. Their lips met again, and this time Angelique applied a bit more pressure, and Bennett answered in kind.

Bennett was powerless. Her body was no longer her own, and her mind, once filled with facts and figures, had emptied, the only thought remaining the same that throbbed between her legs. Her center tingled and shuddered, the ache within her core as pleasurable as it was consuming. And when Angelique teased at Bennett’s lips with her tongue, Bennett opened her mouth and let herself be possessed.

Tongues entwined and ravaged as one schooled and one not became lost in each other, minutes ticking by until lips were swollen and breaths had turned to gasps. Angelique pulled out of the kiss, and freeing Bennett’s tunic from her skirt in one tug, Angelique lifted it from Bennett’s body, quickly followed by her chemise.

Torn between her modesty and her lust, Bennett sucked in air through parted lips, and then her breath caught in her throat. Angelique’s eyes were now the most brilliant of blues. “Christ, no,” she said, pushing the woman away. “I don’t…I don’t want to be like you. I forgot you’re…you’re one of them.”